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Me thinks this is part of the parts of the story that Strop revised. Original city went kablooey, public service announcement about the creation of a new city, shows new developers, and whisks away to awesomeness, this couldn't possibly be conceived in one shot!

Me thinks this is part of the parts of the story that Strop revised. Original city went kablooey, public service announcement about the creation of a new city, shows new developers, and whisks away to awesomeness, this couldn't possibly be conceived in one shot!\r\n\r\n[img]http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4418/osakav.png[/img]

As I promised myself, I would post another scene today. After all, some things should be repaired before others...

The following was mostly written by Cen, and the pics were done by yours truly.

I Say What I Mean & I Mean What I Say

"Cen, are you alright?"

Strop had found it a rather good idea earlier. Not in the same way that other things seemed to be a good idea, and turned out to be stupid, dangerous or both. No, he had taken the time to think it through, wonder if it really was a good idea, which, with the lack of sleep and rest he had managed to pull through the past few days with, had given him a headache after a few moments. Perhaps he should have taken this as a sign that it was not a good idea at all anyway. His intern liked his peace, after all.

The day before had, as this one, been used simply to tend to the wounded citizens, and ignore the grim damage to city outside the windows. It didn't matter much, for the initial excitement of the arrival of the admins was quickly drowned out by the unpredictable rains heralding the arrival of Spring. And if he was to judge by the rumours and conversations around the hospital started by those who had radios or families outside the city, the rain had spread Eastward and to the South, laying as a heavy blanket over the majority of that part of the country. So everybody was paralyzed under the varied drumming of the weather, as if nothing really mattered.

If Strop had been more of a poet, songs and music are not poetry even if they are twin entities, or perhaps more of a believer, he would have thought the rain was washing away the dirt and grime of his own crimes, the evidence of the fighting and leaving everything clean and pure as it should be. When he looked outside, he could see that this was in no way true. Physical rain does not remove wounds to the trust of others. It did however make a good job at making everything slippery, wet and muddy.

At least, this afternoon it was merely a light, wet dust, very fresh compared to the closed in feel of the hospital.

At first he had feared the reaction of the patients, when he started tending to them. He was, at least indirectly, the cause of their wounds and he was the reason it had all happened. He had gone out of line and removed himself from reality; when he should have listened, observed and corrected himself, he had closed his ears, his eyes and gone further to show he was right. Most of the patients did not share this idea of guilt. To them, he had simply been entertainment for the last... What had it been? Half a year, Two thirds? Three quarters of a year? He had been entertainment and a showcase that the mods were still there, something many of the citizens had doubted. Of course, a few of them still hold blame against him, but saw no reason for this to change the fact that at this time and place, he was the doctor healing their wounds. He could take his punishment at another time.

All this work had taken his mind off something that would otherwise have worried him. He had not seen Cen since he had woken up in the middle of the night, after the nightmare... Of course, this could just be Cen, being his usual antisocial self, but no one should be alone after such an event. This had lead Strop to make his way through the rubble and the rain to the residential parts of the city, where the invasion had barely made a scratch. Possibly because there was nothing to steal, and even less to destroy. He had made his way up the stairs to the second floor, just like he had some winter a year ago, the year he had seen his first snow. Much had changed since then. Up the stairs and knock on the door. No need for nasty surprises, or what was basically breaking and entering. Not that moderators knew the meaning of those words anyway.

Cen glared up at him, having a certain worn feel to him, even if he didn't look much different from any other day. Worn, a bit like someone had tried to straighten a piece of crumbled paper. Not to mention the bruises and the poorly bandaged cuts. Actually, it had probably been a stupid question to start off with, like asking someone with a huge gash over their torso if they were hurt. Stupid.

"Uh... I think so... What do you want." Cen didn't look angry, he didn't sound angry either, but his voice still had a sharp note to it inside the hoarse rasping his voice had been reduced to.

"I was... I was just wondering if you were alright. I..." Why did this have to be so awkward and hard. Oh right, breaking trust, neglecting friendship, being a total *** to friend. Right. "I hadn't seen you for a while, so... Besides, you might need medical help?" Strop tried, inching forward towards the door.

Cen stared him down for a moment, an amazing feat by someone already squinting from a lack of glasses and with a massive shiner closing up one eye.

"You know... Because there was a battle, and you might have gotten hurt and..." Strop paused, feeling distinctively like a young colt trying to excuse his lack of homework to an especially strict teacher. "I just wanted to be sure." He ended the sentence, ears flopping sadly to the sides.

"I am fine." Cen continued the merciless stare, making Strop's ears flop even more sadly.

"You don't... look fine." The ninja started poking his fingers together, avoiding the cruel gaze of the other.

There was no immediate reply, which made Strop chance his eyes up from the floor to look at Cen again.

His expression had changed. Not much, just enough to look slightly lost instead of slightly furious. All it had taken was a movement of his eyebrows, and the entire expression had changed.

Strop decided right then to change tactics. "Can I come in? I need to speak with you." He inched closer.

"I don't want to talk to you." Cen closed the poor, but got stopped half way there by a hoof in the way. At the same time, Strop was oddly happy he had been born a horse.

"But can I speak to you, then?"

Cen sighed, an almost defeated expression on his face, and opened the door to let Strop into his dim den of an apartment. Strop looked around, his eyes adjusting to the unusual darkness provided by blankets hanging from the windows, but just as unusually, the floor was cleared for paper and books, most of which had been relocated under the table in the corner.

Strop trotted the few steps through the kitchen and into the living-slash-bedroom, wondering for a moment if he should take a seat that the table like he had one time many months ago, or he should stay standing, waiting for Cen to take the initiative, but before he could manage to decide, the other had closed and locked the door, moved past him and sat himself down in the bed in the other end of the room, his eyes giving off an almost dangerous gleam in the little light that made it past the blankets. Strop managed to sit himself in one of the uncomfortable dinning chairs at the table, looking back at Cen over the distance.

They sat like that for what felt like a long while. It probably wasn't, since Cen didn't blink in that entire time, but Strop couldn't quite be sure anyway. Cen did have a habit of being just a little unnerving at times. "So. Uh..." There was still time to run!! Out the door, down the stairs and out into the street. Cen would never know what had happened! "You did really great... You know, defending the castle..."

"For about three seconds."

"It was surely more than that! After all, you couldn't get that... beat.. up... uh..." Strop face palmed at himself.

"Technically I got about half of this somewhere else." Cen rested his head in his hands.

Strop didn't quite know how to respond. Actually, he didn't know how to react either, or whether he should be reacting at all. His head was starting to buzz again with everything he needed to say and do and... He took a deep breath and looked up.

"I am sorry for what happened, Cen. I wasn't listening when I should have been, and everything ended up in chaos and horror. It was nothing like I imagined it would be and, when it comes down to it, it was nothing like it should have been in the first place. I am sorry. I did things I shouldn't have, and I said things I didn't mean."

"I am sure you meant it." His voice did not have a trace of anger or sarcasm in it. Rather it simply sounded tired. "I know I did."

The ninja horse snorted. "Even that I was a show pony?"

"Yes."

"... Well, I didn't mean what I said."

"If you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have said it. But just because you meant it, doesn't mean you would have told me in any other situation."

"Uh."

"You think I am a weakling that can't act for myself, can't take charge and have no idea what it is like to be you. I think you were just doing it for attention, are a blockhead and should get down from your, mm, high horse. I think we both disproved those assumptions already, and I have no reason to dwell in them any longer." Cen hesitated for a moment, before continuing with a slightly changed tone of voice. "Which probably makes that entire argument seem a little ironic. Oh well. Either way, you are sorry, I am tired, you may leave." And with that, he swung his legs into the bed and laid down.

Strop frowned as much as a horse might be able to frown, and stared at the lying shape. Then a huffing noise came from him. "I won't." He rose, though without moving from where he stood. "I really am sorry, Cen. For what I said. For that I said it, I guess. It was wrong. Everything was wrong, and I am sorry for what I have done, and I am telling you so. You might not forgive me or anything, but I don't want the ball in my court any more. I am going to tell the other I'm sorry too and see if I can make up for it and how the tournament went, but I wanted you to hear it first, because it probably would have been worse, if you hadn't been around. Who knows what might have happened then. So... That is it. I've said it, I am done." he sucked in a bit of air, before turning on a hoof and heading towards the door. "And you should see a doctor. You look like crap."

Strop marched the few steps to the door and unlocked it, before he heard the cough behind him. He turned around to see Cen squinting at him. "You are the only doctor in this town."

"You think?" Strop looked over his shoulder at Cen, who was leaning against the door frame.

"It's Sai. She isn't exactly made out of the clearest intentions."

Strop took another look, before shrugging and continuing out the door.

"I even got beat up by her ex, because I wanted to save her."

"You are an unlucky man." Strop simply stated.

"This is the wrong time for doing what I tell you to, you *******." The sentence was clear, but without much emotion. It could have been mumbled and somehow made more sense.

The ninja horse stopped again. His tail was moving from side to side, a bit odd for a horse, but not unlike a cat before it closes its bear trap like claws on someone's hand. "Screw you." He walked down the hall, out the door and down the stairs, stiff, snorting.

At least he had said what he had wanted to say. Even if Cen obviously hadn't deserved such civility.

---

Well, that obviously went well.

I see a little stilleto of a man.

Isn't that silhouetto?

this couldn't possibly be conceived in one shot!

You're right, it wasn't. Some of the essential plot parts were conceived from the start, but the entire last chapter was a huge blank space with the description: "total chaos and probably most of city getting destroyed", and I figured that the events that would happen in that chapter would become clearer as material accumulated ^_^; And I was originally planning to finish this project within 12 months, not the 34 that it has taken so far...

As I promised myself, I would post another scene today. After all, some things should be repaired before others...\r\n\r\nThe following was mostly written by Cen, and the pics were done by yours truly.\r\n\r\n[b]I Say What I Mean & I Mean What I Say[/b]\r\n\r\n[img]http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq105/strawpony/Way%20Of%20Moderation/12-6.png[/img]\r\n\r\n"Cen, are you alright?" \r\n\r\nStrop had found it a rather good idea earlier. Not in the same way that other things seemed to be a good idea, and turned out to be stupid, dangerous or both. No, he had taken the time to think it through, wonder if it really was a good idea, which, with the lack of sleep and rest he had managed to pull through the past few days with, had given him a headache after a few moments. Perhaps he should have taken this as a sign that it was not a good idea at all anyway. His intern liked his peace, after all. \r\n\r\nThe day before had, as this one, been used simply to tend to the wounded citizens, and ignore the grim damage to city outside the windows. It didn't matter much, for the initial excitement of the arrival of the admins was quickly drowned out by the unpredictable rains heralding the arrival of Spring. And if he was to judge by the rumours and conversations around the hospital started by those who had radios or families outside the city, the rain had spread Eastward and to the South, laying as a heavy blanket over the majority of that part of the country. So everybody was paralyzed under the varied drumming of the weather, as if nothing really mattered.\r\n\r\nIf Strop had been more of a poet, songs and music are not poetry even if they are twin entities, or perhaps more of a believer, he would have thought the rain was washing away the dirt and grime of his own crimes, the evidence of the fighting and leaving everything clean and pure as it should be. When he looked outside, he could see that this was in no way true. Physical rain does not remove wounds to the trust of others. It did however make a good job at making everything slippery, wet and muddy.\r\n\r\nAt least, this afternoon it was merely a light, wet dust, very fresh compared to the closed in feel of the hospital. \r\n\r\nAt first he had feared the reaction of the patients, when he started tending to them. He was, at least indirectly, the cause of their wounds and he was the reason it had all happened. He had gone out of line and removed himself from reality; when he should have listened, observed and corrected himself, he had closed his ears, his eyes and gone further to show he was right. \r\nMost of the patients did not share this idea of guilt. To them, he had simply been entertainment for the last... What had it been? Half a year, Two thirds? Three quarters of a year? He had been entertainment and a showcase that the mods were still there, something many of the citizens had doubted. \r\nOf course, a few of them still hold blame against him, but saw no reason for this to change the fact that at this time and place, he was the doctor healing their wounds. He could take his punishment at another time.\r\n\r\nAll this work had taken his mind off something that would otherwise have worried him. He had not seen Cen since he had woken up in the middle of the night, after the nightmare... Of course, this could just be Cen, being his usual antisocial self, but no one should be alone after such an event. \r\nThis had lead Strop to make his way through the rubble and the rain to the residential parts of the city, where the invasion had barely made a scratch. Possibly because there was nothing to steal, and even less to destroy. He had made his way up the stairs to the second floor, just like he had some winter a year ago, the year he had seen his first snow. Much had changed since then. Up the stairs and knock on the door. No need for nasty surprises, or what was basically breaking and entering. Not that moderators knew the meaning of those words anyway.\r\n\r\nCen glared up at him, having a certain worn feel to him, even if he didn't look much different from any other day. Worn, a bit like someone had tried to straighten a piece of crumbled paper. Not to mention the bruises and the poorly bandaged cuts. Actually, it had probably been a stupid question to start off with, like asking someone with a huge gash over their torso if they were hurt. Stupid.\r\n\r\n"Uh... I think so... What do you want." Cen didn't look angry, he didn't sound angry either, but his voice still had a sharp note to it inside the hoarse rasping his voice had been reduced to. \r\n\r\n"I was... I was just wondering if you were alright. I..." Why did this have to be so awkward and hard. Oh right, breaking trust, neglecting friendship, being a total *** to friend. Right. "I hadn't seen you for a while, so... Besides, you might need medical help?" Strop tried, inching forward towards the door. \r\n\r\nCen stared him down for a moment, an amazing feat by someone already squinting from a lack of glasses and with a massive shiner closing up one eye. \r\n\r\n"You know... Because there was a battle, and you might have gotten hurt and..." Strop paused, feeling distinctively like a young colt trying to excuse his lack of homework to an especially strict teacher. "I just wanted to be sure." He ended the sentence, ears flopping sadly to the sides. \r\n\r\n"I am fine." Cen continued the merciless stare, making Strop's ears flop even more sadly. \r\n\r\n"You don't... look fine." The ninja started poking his fingers together, avoiding the cruel gaze of the other. \r\n\r\nThere was no immediate reply, which made Strop chance his eyes up from the floor to look at Cen again. \r\n\r\nHis expression had changed. Not much, just enough to look slightly lost instead of slightly furious. All it had taken was a movement of his eyebrows, and the entire expression had changed. \r\n\r\n[img]http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq105/strawpony/Way%20Of%20Moderation/12-7-1.png[/img]\r\n\r\nStrop decided right then to change tactics. "Can I come in? I need to speak with you." He inched closer.\r\n\r\n"I don't want to talk to you." Cen closed the poor, but got stopped half way there by a hoof in the way. At the same time, Strop was oddly happy he had been born a horse. \r\n\r\n"But can I speak to you, then?" \r\n\r\nCen sighed, an almost defeated expression on his face, and opened the door to let Strop into his dim den of an apartment. Strop looked around, his eyes adjusting to the unusual darkness provided by blankets hanging from the windows, but just as unusually, the floor was cleared for paper and books, most of which had been relocated under the table in the corner. \r\n\r\nStrop trotted the few steps through the kitchen and into the living-slash-bedroom, wondering for a moment if he should take a seat that the table like he had one time many months ago, or he should stay standing, waiting for Cen to take the initiative, but before he could manage to decide, the other had closed and locked the door, moved past him and sat himself down in the bed in the other end of the room, his eyes giving off an almost dangerous gleam in the little light that made it past the blankets. Strop managed to sit himself in one of the uncomfortable dinning chairs at the table, looking back at Cen over the distance. \r\n\r\nThey sat like that for what felt like a long while. It probably wasn't, since Cen didn't blink in that entire time, but Strop couldn't quite be sure anyway. Cen did have a habit of being just a little unnerving at times. "So. Uh..." There was still time to run!! Out the door, down the stairs and out into the street. Cen would never know what had happened! "You did really great... You know, defending the castle..." \r\n\r\n"For about three seconds." \r\n\r\n"It was surely more than that! After all, you couldn't get that... beat.. up... uh..." Strop face palmed at himself.\r\n\r\n"Technically I got about half of this somewhere else." Cen rested his head in his hands.\r\n\r\nStrop didn't quite know how to respond. Actually, he didn't know how to react either, or whether he should be reacting at all. His head was starting to buzz again with everything he needed to say and do and... He took a deep breath and looked up.\r\n\r\n"I am sorry for what happened, Cen. I wasn't listening when I should have been, and everything ended up in chaos and horror. It was nothing like I imagined it would be and, when it comes down to it, it was nothing like it should have been in the first place. I am sorry. I did things I shouldn't have, and I said things I didn't mean." \r\n\r\n"I am sure you meant it." His voice did not have a trace of anger or sarcasm in it. Rather it simply sounded tired. "I know I did."\r\n\r\nThe ninja horse snorted. "Even that I was a show pony?" \r\n\r\n"Yes."\r\n\r\n"... Well, I didn't mean what I said."\r\n\r\n"If you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have said it. But just because you meant it, doesn't mean you would have told me in any other situation."\r\n\r\n"Uh."\r\n\r\n"You think I am a weakling that can't act for myself, can't take charge and have no idea what it is like to be you. I think you were just doing it for attention, are a blockhead and should get down from your, mm, high horse. I think we both disproved those assumptions already, and I have no reason to dwell in them any longer." Cen hesitated for a moment, before continuing with a slightly changed tone of voice. "Which probably makes that entire argument seem a little ironic. Oh well. Either way, you are sorry, I am tired, you may leave." And with that, he swung his legs into the bed and laid down. \r\n\r\nStrop frowned as much as a horse might be able to frown, and stared at the lying shape. Then a huffing noise came from him. "I won't." He rose, though without moving from where he stood. "I really am sorry, Cen. For what I said. For that I said it, I guess. It was wrong. Everything was wrong, and I am sorry for what I have done, and I am telling you so. You might not forgive me or anything, but I don't want the ball in my court any more. I am going to tell the other I'm sorry too and see if I can make up for it and how the tournament went, but I wanted you to hear it first, because it probably would have been worse, if you hadn't been around. Who knows what might have happened then. So... That is it. I've said it, I am done." he sucked in a bit of air, before turning on a hoof and heading towards the door. "And you should see a doctor. You look like crap."\r\n\r\nStrop marched the few steps to the door and unlocked it, before he heard the cough behind him. He turned around to see Cen squinting at him. "You are the only doctor in this town."\r\n\r\n"So what. Find another. I am sure you can use Sai's." Strop turned again.\r\n\r\n"I don't think I can use any of Sai's stuff..."\r\n\r\nStrop paused in the door.\r\n\r\n"I think she broke up with me."\r\n\r\n"You [i]think[/i]?" Strop looked over his shoulder at Cen, who was leaning against the door frame.\r\n\r\n"It's Sai. She isn't exactly made out of the clearest intentions."\r\n\r\nStrop took another look, before shrugging and continuing out the door. \r\n\r\n"I even got beat up by her ex, because I wanted to save her."\r\n\r\n"You are an unlucky man." Strop simply stated.\r\n\r\n"This is the wrong time for doing what I tell you to, you *******." The sentence was clear, but without much emotion. It could have been mumbled and somehow made more sense. \r\n\r\nThe ninja horse stopped again. His tail was moving from side to side, a bit odd for a horse, but not unlike a cat before it closes its bear trap like claws on someone's hand. "Screw you." He walked down the hall, out the door and down the stairs, stiff, snorting. \r\n\r\nAt least he had said what he had wanted to say. Even if Cen obviously hadn't deserved such civility. \r\n\r\n---\r\n\r\nWell, that obviously went well.\r\n\r\n[quote]I see a little stilleto of a man.[/quote]\r\n\r\nIsn't that [i]silhouetto[/i]?\r\n\r\n[quote]this couldn't possibly be conceived in one shot![/quote]\r\n\r\nYou're right, it wasn't. Some of the essential plot parts were conceived from the start, but the entire last chapter was a huge blank space with the description: "total chaos and probably most of city getting destroyed", and I figured that the events that would happen in that chapter would become clearer as material accumulated ^_^; And I was originally planning to finish this project within 12 months, not the 34 that it has taken so far...

I think this is a good point to acknowledge everybody who has made a contribution to this project, however big or small. Because apart from myself and the god-knows-how-many-readers this thing has, there have been many many people who have played a role, and it's still possible (though highly unlikely) that yet more may contribute in this denouement. So apart from myself as host, we have had:

Cenere- co-host, the one who is actually organised. Plays Cenere, the one who is always right. Also, Sai, that flighty girl who toys with and breaks everything.

The players who made it to the finals:Xzeno- Leon McAcid the mad (?) gnollCrimsonblade55- Crimson the mystery blade

Semi-finalists:PoisonArrow- Frank the Air PirateThoadthetoad- Thoad the Zombie Slayer

Quarter-finalists:TheManta- Manta the FishmanGantic- The Bullmanthisisnotanalt- Chill, Grandmaster of GeorgePixie214- Pixel the Pixie

Contestants who put up a good fight but went their own way for various reasons:Goumas- Goumas the Alchemist, who gained the attention of the mods and received a headstart on his aspirations to become a science teacher and soccer coachParsat- Parsat the Chinaman, who simply forgot to turn up to the next round, and snorted chilli powder in a panicDudeguy- Dudeguy the Dudeguy, who committed an act of random terrorSkater_kid_who_pwns- Flipper the Penguin & Nelly the Butterfly, who got distracted by the fish in the castle moatGametesta- Gametesta the Game Tester, who tried to use the tournament to solve the mystery of his enslavementZlith- Vise the Heart of Darkness, who couldn't deal with the stupidity any longerZega- The Banana King, who didn't really understand the tournament, being a despot, and ended up just making trouble

Those who submitted a character but left pretty early:Cholokid- El Cholo the Talking Mouse & George the Talking DuckJdoggparty- Richard and Garrett the Street KidsBluydee- Bluydee the Bounty HunterPazx- Mary the Not-BoganNichodemus- Nichodemus the Princely LycanthropeJess- Jess the Pommie PhoenixRandom_player_of_AG- Randy the Shapeshifting StickmanHojoko- Hojoko the Ghostly Lurker

The moderators who helped me write their characters and shape the plot:NoNameC68- Nemo the wolfskin vagrantZophia (as herself)Devoidless the BurninatorAsherlee, DM, Dank, Moe, Ubertuna written with the kind permissions of their owners.Cameos from Carlie, John, Daniel McNeely and the developers with their kind permission.

This list is by no means complete, but there are still a few things left to happen in the plot, so I won't ruin the surprises!

[quote]wow one of Strops fine works I guess?[/quote]\r\n\r\nI think this is a good point to acknowledge everybody who has made a contribution to this project, however big or small. Because apart from myself and the god-knows-how-many-readers this thing has, there have been many many people who have played a role, and it's still possible (though highly unlikely) that yet more may contribute in this denouement. So apart from myself as host, we have had:\r\n\r\nCenere- co-host, the one who is actually organised. Plays Cenere, the one who is always right. Also, Sai, that flighty girl who toys with and breaks everything.\r\n\r\nThe players who made it to the finals:\r\nXzeno- Leon McAcid the mad (?) gnoll\r\nCrimsonblade55- Crimson the mystery blade\r\n\r\nSemi-finalists:\r\nPoisonArrow- Frank the Air Pirate\r\nThoadthetoad- Thoad the Zombie Slayer\r\n\r\nQuarter-finalists:\r\nTheManta- Manta the Fishman\r\nGantic- The Bullman\r\nthisisnotanalt- Chill, Grandmaster of George\r\nPixie214- Pixel the Pixie\r\n\r\nThe resident Archivist- King "Since Beta" Ryan\r\nThe revolutionary and villain- Klaushouse\r\n\r\nContestants who put up a good fight but went their own way for various reasons:\r\nGoumas- Goumas the Alchemist, who gained the attention of the mods and received a headstart on his aspirations to become a science teacher and soccer coach\r\nParsat- Parsat the Chinaman, who simply forgot to turn up to the next round, and snorted chilli powder in a panic\r\nDudeguy- Dudeguy the Dudeguy, who committed an act of random terror\r\nSkater_kid_who_pwns- Flipper the Penguin & Nelly the Butterfly, who got distracted by the fish in the castle moat\r\nGametesta- Gametesta the Game Tester, who tried to use the tournament to solve the mystery of his enslavement\r\nZlith- Vise the Heart of Darkness, who couldn't deal with the stupidity any longer\r\nZega- The Banana King, who didn't really understand the tournament, being a despot, and ended up just making trouble\r\n\r\nThose who submitted a character but left pretty early:\r\nCholokid- El Cholo the Talking Mouse & George the Talking Duck\r\nJdoggparty- Richard and Garrett the Street Kids\r\nBluydee- Bluydee the Bounty Hunter\r\nPazx- Mary the Not-Bogan\r\nNichodemus- Nichodemus the Princely Lycanthrope\r\nJess- Jess the Pommie Phoenix\r\nRandom_player_of_AG- Randy the Shapeshifting Stickman\r\nHojoko- Hojoko the Ghostly Lurker\r\n\r\nThe NPCs:\r\nEfan- Efan the Fox\r\nFlippin3500- Flippo the Hippo\r\nFireflyIV- Firefly the Spectral Wizard\r\nGabriel Soulhack the 'investigative reporter'\r\nHecticHermit- HectitHermit the herbalist\r\nJaza_M- Jaza Spamlawrd\r\nKirby998- Kirby from Dreamland\r\nKnockoutsloth- Knockout Sloth\r\nMaverick4- Maverick the Nobody\r\nTSL- TSL the bionic metal man\r\nUlimitedpower- Ulimitedpower the panda\r\nWhimsyboy- Whimsyboy the Raccoon\r\n\r\nThe moderators who helped me write their characters and shape the plot:\r\nNoNameC68- Nemo the wolfskin vagrant\r\nZophia (as herself)\r\nDevoidless the Burninator\r\nAsherlee, DM, Dank, Moe, Ubertuna written with the kind permissions of their owners.\r\nCameos from Carlie, John, Daniel McNeely and the developers with their kind permission.\r\n\r\nThis list is by no means complete, but there are still a few things left to happen in the plot, so I won't ruin the surprises!

[quote]Isn't that silhouetto?[/quote]\r\n\r\nMeh, tomato, tomato, its all the same.\r\n\r\n... Thats surprisingly less effective over the internet.\r\n\r\n[quote]Maverick4- Maverick the Nobody[/quote]\r\n\r\nThanks.

Wow. There were lots of people that I didn't even know were part of WoM. But I think that it was nice of you to mention most of the people that helped make WoM great. And I was going to ask you if you got the admins permission to put them in but now I don't have to. One less comment you have to respond to now.

Wow. There were lots of people that I didn't even know were part of WoM. But I think that it was nice of you to mention most of the people that helped make WoM great. And I was going to ask you if you got the admins permission to put them in but now I don't have to. One less comment you have to respond to now.

And I was going to ask you if you got the admins permission to put them in but now I don't have to.

Not only that, but Cormyn was actually nice enough to put up some stats for an AGcentric character, even if it looks oddly like himself. And he had quite wicked banweaponry.

@Maverick: I... Really want to comment on your tomato - tomato comment, but it would be mainly rude. So I won't... Yet.

[quote]And I was going to ask you if you got the admins permission to put them in but now I don't have to.[/quote]\r\nNot only that, but Cormyn was actually nice enough to put up some stats for an AGcentric character, even if it looks oddly like himself. And he had quite wicked banweaponry. \r\n\r\n@Maverick: \r\nI... Really want to comment on your tomato - tomato comment, but it would be mainly rude. So I won't... Yet.

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